there used to be such daring tunes
pulling strings tied round our limbs
but those same beats won't move our feet
til reconstructed, we begin
to cast about where demons live
our old companions pride and sin
say our peace and let them leave
unhinge the doors that keep them in
somewhere someone's plucking strings
and keeping pace on tambourines
we'll send our song to join the band
of stolen voices whispering
we'll find the ones who carry on
and keep the battle raging on
til we've killed the madness
that turned the world so gladless
don't leave me yet, hang on.
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